I lie on a slatted base, hugged by the mattress. The sound of voices echoes through the room. I look at the ceiling through the mesh and my in the meantime fogged glasses. I decide to get up. Slowly I start to move and get myself free from the mattress, with my legs and the ends of my arms still hugged in. I sit here for a moment, thinking about my next step or whether it is better to disappear back into the mattress. No, I am going out, after all I am already sitting upright. All that remains, between in and out, is to get my legs to move across the bed and toward the floor. Now I stand, start to walk around the bed and begin looking out the window.